"Why should we?" retorted Dick. "As you said about the broncho busting,
it was 'all in the day's work.'"
They tore themselves away at last, leaving the cowboys grouped about the
door and looking after them with eyes from which the last vestige of
distrust and reserve had vanished.
"Not a maverick in the bunch," commented Pete.
"Every one of them carries the man brand," added Chip.
"They shore can warm their beans at my fire," concluded Buck.
CHAPTER IV
A Forest Terror
"A dandy day for fishing," remarked Bert as he was dressing a few
mornings later.
"Just right for the speckled beauties to bite," acquiesced Dick as he
looked out of the window and saw the clouds that obscured the sun.
"What do you say to trying it?" suggested Tom, who was an enthusiast on
the subject. "I'd like nothing better than to whip some of these mountain
streams for trout."
"Or troll for pickerel in the lake Mr. Melton was telling us about,"
amended Bert. "He says there are some whopping big fellows up there.
We'll find plenty of bass, too, and they're fighters from way back.
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